Amidst the Lonely Hour I hear the wrathful thunder like it was closer to me than my eyes can imagine. Rain slaughtering itself on my windows And the flash of light across my empty house, Protrudes the unfulfillment before my eyes How ominously quiet it is today Yet another light that tears through the black sky I cannot help but worry for my family I pray for their safety Their absence in the house Seeps the intimidation into my mind Secretly oppressing the scarcity of homeliness Rain showered the night’s black veil And the soft rumbling of the tired thunder As I played the piano to relieve myself The rain wept with me Thunder accented my passion Creating an orchestra with nature Alas, I waited with endearment Not as the lonely guardian of the empty house But as the daughter of a family | 
